My Big Ole Noggin
So what's in my big old noggin today
Fighting it's way to the top
I never know where it's heading
Or where it's going to stop
I'm surprised as much as you guys
My fingers just type away
No idea where my poems are heading
Just trust what I'm going to say
Trust that it will all make perfect sense
Without using naughty words
Sure you know the ones I'm referring to
Like hell, and damn, and turds!
Oops there I go, this one slipped through
Should have edited before I posted
Please forgive me this minor discretion
Right by me, it quietly coasted
Maybe it'll be bout my sexual prowess
I'm old but I sure ain't dead
“C'mon Mr. Ellison, you lost it years ago
You're living on memories I dread”
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017
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